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y&t juvy - election day lyrics

the rich way

reno

[hook]
tellem dig brody nem up wit his bum ahh
they know we gone empty them clips till my gun jam
i go by luh walka but still trynna run down
we spin back to back tit for tat like a gun hound
he say he won’t smoke i got 50 x 3 rounds
big 762 that’ll blow the whole 3 down
my n+ggas on go they gone suit up at sun down
take over yo block we evicting the compound
them n+ggas ain’t with it they cappin for insta and twitter whenever i catch ‘em they swishers

don’t go back and forth wit you n+ggas we stay in the trenches post up inna middle of jenkins

we thuggin like morty and rick got got my foot onna gas double back we gone leave n+ggas traumatized
we out the bushes in camouflage
if we hit yo block on my mama it’s gone be a homicide

[verse]
fucc n+gga sleep better wake up
you flexin a pistol instead get ya cake up
when i’m innat field double me better play up
you want me to sign tell da label to pay up

i need bout 6 figures and that’s for a lay up
this choppa hibachi can’t put my lil k up
we don’t kno yu n+ggas so go put det steak up
cuz beefin wit me have us aiming for waist up

so tell em to stay up lil walka too playa
she sucking my d+ck turn a dime to a waiter
ha face a lil canvas so f+ck it i paint her
deez n+ggas on d+ck ever since i done came up

no 808 cappin this 308 str8 up
nd im frm east texas were we dont give a f+ck
hold on wait up , cuz i’m on my way up
go play where it’s safe over her you get ate up
i’m high den a bird onnat wood like a parrot
f+ck aiming at children i shoot at the parents
he ducking from me know these 223s scary
don’t chatter wit n+ggas you lil n+ggas perry
my choppa lil stocky i’m livin like larry
more cheese then a dairy
my diamonds canary
dis 40 i carry
deez 20s we married
turn n+ggas to dust send him up wit the fairies

tellem dig brody nem up wit his bum ahh
they know we gone empty them clips till my gun jam
i go by luh walka but still trynna run down
we spin back to back tit for tat like a gun hound
he say he won’t smoke i got 50 x 3 rounds
big 762 that’ll blow the whole 3 down
my n+ggas on go they gone suit up at sun down
take over yo block we evicting the compound

[hook]
them n+ggas ain’t with it they cappin for insta and twitter whenever i catch ‘em they swishers

don’t go back and forth wit you n+ggas we stay in the trenches post up inna middle of jenkins

we thuggin like morty and rick got got my foot onna gas double back we gone leave n+ggas traumatized
we out the bushes in camouflage
if we hit yo block on my mama it’s gone be a homicide

- yt juvy lyrics

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